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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.