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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Cameo,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.