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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.