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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.