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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.