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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.