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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.