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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.