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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Scion,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.