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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.