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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Moebius,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.