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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Can,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.