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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.