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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.