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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Josef K,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.