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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.