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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.