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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.