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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Nas,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.