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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.