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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.