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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.