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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yaz to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.