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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.