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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.