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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.