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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Mars,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Standells,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.