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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.