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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.