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 India and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.