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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
CMW,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.