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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.