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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.