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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.