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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.