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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.