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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.