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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.