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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.