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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.