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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.