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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.