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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Brick,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.