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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.