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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.