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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.