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 Russia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.