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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
AZ,
Television,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.