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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.