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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.