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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.