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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.