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 Suriname and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
DNA,
Monks,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Faust,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.