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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.