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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Doors,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.