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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.