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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.