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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.