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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Visage,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.