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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.