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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.