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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
cv313,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.