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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Rekid,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.