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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.