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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.