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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.