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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.