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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.