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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.