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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.