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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.