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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.