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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.