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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Remains,
Nas,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.