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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.