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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.