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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.