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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Television,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.