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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.