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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.