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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.