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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Wire,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
CMW,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.