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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Godley & Creme 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.