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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Deakin,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.