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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.