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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.