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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.