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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.