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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
June Days,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.