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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.