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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.