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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Japan,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.