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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
UT,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.