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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.