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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
PIL,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.