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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.