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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.