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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
MC5,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.