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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.