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 Tonga 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.