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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.