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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.