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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.