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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.