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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.