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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.