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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Index,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.