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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.