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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.