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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.