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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.