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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.