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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.