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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 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 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.