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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.