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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.