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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.