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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.