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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.