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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.