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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.