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 Luxembourg 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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.