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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hashim to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.