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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.