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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.