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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.