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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.