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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.