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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.