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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.