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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Magma,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.