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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.