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 China 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.