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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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 Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Names,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.