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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.