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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.