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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Television,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.