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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Urselle,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.