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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.