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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.