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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.