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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.