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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.