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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.