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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.