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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Nico,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.