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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Can,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.