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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.