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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.