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 France and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.