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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.