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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.