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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.