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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.