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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Dawn Penn 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.