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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.