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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.