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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.