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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
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.