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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.