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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.