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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.