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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.