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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.