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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.