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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Can,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.