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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.