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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.