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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.