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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.