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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
PIL,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.