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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Organ,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
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.