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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.