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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.