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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.