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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Smog,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.