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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.