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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.