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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.