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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.