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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.