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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.