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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.