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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.