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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Television,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.