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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.