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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.