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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.