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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
JFA,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.