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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
ABC,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.