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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.