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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.