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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.