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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.