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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.