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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.