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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.