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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.