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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Organ,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.