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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
JFA,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.