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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.