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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.