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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.