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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.