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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.