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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.