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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Nas,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.