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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
New Order,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.