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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.