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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.