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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.