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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 cv313 to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.