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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.