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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Happenings 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.