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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.