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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Selecter 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
June Days,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.