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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.