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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.