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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.