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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.