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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.