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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New Order to the dance 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 Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.