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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.