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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.