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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.