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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.