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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.