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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Slits,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.