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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.