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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Television,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.