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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.