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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.