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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.