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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
ABC,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.