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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.