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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.