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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.