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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.