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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.