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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.