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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.