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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.