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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Darondo,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.