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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.