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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.