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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.