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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 the Slits 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.