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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.