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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
CMW,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.