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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.