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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.