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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.