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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.