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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.