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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.