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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.