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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.