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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.