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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.