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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.