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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Index to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Lyres,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.