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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.