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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.