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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Newcleus,
New Order,
Sparks,
Monks,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.