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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.