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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.