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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
New Order,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.