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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.