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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.