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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.