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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.