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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.