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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.