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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.