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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Visage,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.