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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.