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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Faust,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.