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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.