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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.