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 Tokyo.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.