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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
JFA,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.