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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.