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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.