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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.