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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Interpol,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.