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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.