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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.