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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.