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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.