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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.