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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Slave,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.