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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.