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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.