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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.