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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.