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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.