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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.