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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.