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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.