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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.