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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
This Heat,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.