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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.