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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.