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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.