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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.