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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.