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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.