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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.