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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Cameo 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.