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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.