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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.