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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.