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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Barrington Levy 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
John Holt,
ABC,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.