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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Roxette,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.