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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Technova,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.