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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.