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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.