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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.