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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.