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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.