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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
JFA,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.