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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.