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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.