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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.