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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Can,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.