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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.