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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.