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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.