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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.