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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.