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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.