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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.