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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.