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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
ABC,
Model 500,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.