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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.