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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.