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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.