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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Main Source,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.