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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.