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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.