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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
ABC,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.