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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
the Human League,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.