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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.