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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.