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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Pole,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
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.