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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.