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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.