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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.