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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.