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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.