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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.