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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.