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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.