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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.