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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.