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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.