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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Lungfish 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.