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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Television,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.