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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.