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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.