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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.