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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.