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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Move,
ABC,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
MDC,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.