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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.