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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.