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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.