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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
cv313,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.