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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.