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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.