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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.