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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monks to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.