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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.