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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.