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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.