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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.