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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Smog,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.