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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Franke,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.