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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.