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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.