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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.