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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Scion,
Hashim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.