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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.