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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.