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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.