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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.