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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.