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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Wings,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
New Order,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.