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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.