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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.