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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.