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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.