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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.