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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
10cc,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.