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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gong,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.