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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.