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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.