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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.