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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.