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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.