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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.