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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.