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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.