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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.