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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.