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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
AZ,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.