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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.