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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.