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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.