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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.