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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.