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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.