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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.