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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Index,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.