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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.