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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.