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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.