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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.