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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.