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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.