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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.