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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.