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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.