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 China 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.