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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.