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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Aswad,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.