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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.