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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.