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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.