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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.