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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.