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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.