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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Little Man 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.