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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.