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 India and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.