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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.