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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.