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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Television,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.