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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.