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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.