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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.