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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.