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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.