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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.