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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.