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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.