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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Brick,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.