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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.