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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Pole,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.