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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.