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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.