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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.