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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage 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?
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.