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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Visage,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.