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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.