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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.