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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.