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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.