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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.