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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.