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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.