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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.