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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.