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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.