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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.