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 Monaco and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Ten City,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
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.