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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.