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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.