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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.