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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.