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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.