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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.