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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.