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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.