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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.