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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Monks,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
X-102,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.