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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Mars,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.