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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
MDC,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Television,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.