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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.