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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.