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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.