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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.