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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.