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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.