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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.