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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.