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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.