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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.