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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.