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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Subhumans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.