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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.