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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.