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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.