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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.