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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Doors to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.