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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.