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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.