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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.