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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Television,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.