Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.