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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Scion,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.