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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.