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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.