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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.