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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.