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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.