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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.