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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 808 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.