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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.