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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.