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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.