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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Milan and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.