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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.